Treasure Island

jerome moore


Quantities


Quantity Over Quality

we cant reach a state of equality.
only a state of quantity
the technocrats upgrade
the plutocrats whip the slaves.
the lovers seek more
the pope gets his papelsmear
the arms of justice are slanted towards private endeavor
the workforce is just an appendage to the machine
darkness ignorance intolerance!
the public schools have our children
money made isn't money earned
production is soulless
mass produced life
and the cup is overflowing

we can walk in line
we can follow orders
our needs never met
our neighbor always against
our government feeding us to the sharks
as always
and we surround ourself with nice things
to hide from reality and that reality is word without action

the worse this is a passive society
docile zombies
obedient slaves
the rich and the poor
we all deserve to know our histories
so we can see our realities

the rich have more money sitting rotting away but thats fine its only paper

bring everything back to the state Nullify
and plant seeds that can grow
drink the coriolus mushrooms
strengthen your immune system
get the leaching dairy out of your bones
send leukocyte to the cancers
hiding in our ever changing world
like the thing!
plant the seeds on to our children
they deserve a history full of quality.

work together and drop all your servitude
because its worse to know and not say anything
its cheap you hinder your potentials.
and hinder our histories.

Submitted: Thursday, August 15, 2013
Edited: Thursday, August 15, 2013

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